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It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time

Went out with the Hooked On Tonics gals last night. Seemed like a good idea to bring the feather boas. Seemed like a good idea to play the erotic photo hunt touchscreen video game. Seemed like a good idea to drink two beers, a jello shot, two fruity vodka drinks, and two gin drinks. Seemed like a good idea to send a flurry of text messages to men none of us are dating. Seemed like a good idea to try to convince the woman beside us at the bar that the guy who'd been hitting on us at the last bar would be PERFECT for her. Seemed like dancing to that organ trio was the only thing we could do. Seemed like a funny joke to periodically put a hand on Ruby's belly and pretend to feel something kicking inside. Seemed like a good idea to take all those pictures at strange angles, lurching, red eyes, double chins, close-up of nostrils, blinking, etc. Seemed like a good idea to tell the H.O.T. girls just how rare and special their friendship is, just how inspiring they are. Seemed like a good idea to eat that whole big bag of kettle corn before bed. Seemed like a good idea to order the greasiest breakfast on the menu.

No doubt the rare, special, and inspiring part was entirely deserved. And, since you're so special, the skipper should take the crew down south to Florida or other parts down south for a dose of sunshine, sailing, and fruity drinks consumed under the subtropical stars.